According to recent research from the University of NSW happiness peaks in your 20’s, dives in mid-life and returns after 65.
If you looked at it drawn as a graph it’s a U. It’s called the happiness curve. It’s shaped like a smile – that you want to punch in the chops if you are north of 28 and aren’t anywhere near retirement.
There are decades in the bottom of that U. Decades and decades of life getting more serious. Of children and mortgages and jobs that lack security. Of health worries and broken dreams and unexplained, fast growing hairs in strange places. Does it sound fun yet 20-somethings?
My early 20's were great. Brilliant. If I look back and close my eyes, I really think that I could have been a different person. I didn’t worry so much, I didn’t have so many daily responsibilities, I did things on a whim. It’s such a lovely word: whim. I travelled, I wore clothes that didn’t suit me that I thought were spectacular, I worked in places until I tired of them and then I moved on without a second thought. I did a lot of things without thinking (and I’m still here which is amazing considering that night in Barcelona).
Now I’m one of life’s great thinkers. Not in a Rodin kind of way, but in a there-are-two-thousand-thoughts-in-my-head at any time kind. Life is different at 40 than at 20. That's a truth. It's also true that no-one can be happy all of the time. It’s a state. And by definition states are transitory. Happiness is only part of our life picture but we seem to return to the foot of this great idol as though it is both a right and 24/7 necessity.
There are other things that make up the scaffolding of a good life: love, fulfillment, knowledge, creativity, compassion, growth, watching someone walk out of a bathroom with toilet paper on their shoe (did I mention compassion?), to name a few.